Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.